02-16-2018 12:28:03 PM -0800
01-23-2018 09:55:12 AM -0800
01-18-2018 11:02:22 AM -0800
01-09-2018 01:54:15 PM -0800
12-22-2017 09:40:32 AM -0800
It looks like you've previously blocked notifications. If you'd like to receive them, please update your browser permissions.
Desktop Notifications are  | 
Get instant alerts on your desktop.
Turn on desktop notifications?
Remind me later.


Keeping Kosher on My Travels

Woman eating on a train

It seems that I have been the wandering kosher Jew forever.

My mother took us every summer to her sister's apartment in the Bronx and so kosher food was not a problem once we were there, but enroute, on the train, my mother literally packed enough for a small battalion. I was mortified when she spread the food out on a couple of seats. Rest assured she was a good cook, however. She would spend days preparing food for the 18-hour trip so we were never hungry along the way.

Finally it was my turn as an adult, to take care of the kosher food situation when I made my first solo voyage to Europe when I was twenty years old. I packed things like peanut butter, which can last a very long time and is also filling and nutritious. I traveled before 9/11, so I could bring along a can opener and lots of cans of tuna, as well as cans of other food.

My first stop overseas was a stay with my mother's British cousins in London. They fed me well and gave me food for my continuing trip across the English Channel and into Europe. I always found that I could find something to eat, like fruits and vegetables. I was meatless for the majority of my European tour as I have always only eaten kosher meat.

When I was in CuraƧao in the Dutch West Indies, an island off of the coasst of Venezuela, I arranged for myself to stay near the oldest synagogue in the Western Hemisphere, thinking that I would eat with some of the Jewish residents near the synaogue for the Sabbath. After the services I found that not only did no one Jewish live near the syngogue, but most did not keep kosher at all. So I returned to my hotel room and for my Sabbath meals had chocolate bars and peanut butter, my travel food staples.

When I traveled with my son David, we took backpacks of food to Europe, frozen challahs for the Sabbaths, canned tuna, packets of oatmeal, granola bars, dried fruits, and some canned vegetables.

Again, this was before 9/11. In every major city in Europe we obtained a list of kosher products from the local Jewish communities. The Lubavitch-Chabad communities are all over Europe and we were hosted by two young Chabad families in Orly, France, and in Gothenburg, Sweden. Both families not only fed us, but gave us food to continue the trip with.

In St. Petersburg, at the Coral Synagogue there was a kosher store on the grounds where we bought rolls and other items to continue traveling. In Moscow, we spent the Sabbath with the chief rabbi and his family and they also gave us kosher food for the rest of the stay in Moscow.